Luyện nghe bài hát Ring The Alarm

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye

Ring the alarm, I don't wanna calm cause
I'm about to rip Psalm
the mic is gripped my lyrics do split up like
Bombs from

I'm sweet, neat, I don't romp or skinteet
Lyrics I lick with my
And I nymn with my teeth
This lyrical prophet you can't stop this from the Indies

You can I'm a lyrical prophet from the words spoken and broken up
In these books and scrolls that I
The I use does make me bold
The intelligence in my

itself and becomes wisdom
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a
That's the real true thing and a fact

This lyrical man you can't me back
From the red, the white, and the black
Island, which is my land, my of birth
You can tell by the that's swung

And the lyrical in me verse
So all MC's don't cross border
'Cause by now you should know of
wise but now I despise

All that's out of order
try to test any of the Schnickens
'Cause I'm not done the lyrical boxin'
The beatin' and the

the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, sound is dying, whoa, aye
the alarm, another sound is dying, whoa, aye

You two-facety, you face me
And my rhymes bite and learn
Soon you'll acknowledge my lyrical substance like a bookworm
Chip FU, then you will and show all the youth them

That me big 'boutcha roots and culture
And the bad in the pen
Because when I the mic
(Yes, man)
All MC's do stop yes and hush

Any mic I touch, any mic I brush, any mic I
With these lyrical styles of
And if I do unleash a lyrical
Lyrics never cease, then a piece I'll unleash and it brief

Please don't bite yes or
C H I P FU is my name, it will stay the same
Give me any mic on in a rage I'll engage
And rhymes just the same

for quote, note for note, did you comprehend
So jack it up and it up operator
Wheel and come
'Cause MC's try these Rastafarianic and sound like wanna-be's

But a wanna-be's not what I to be
See the FU-Schnickens to be
The prophets free
to preach FU-Schnick prophecies

We thee untouchable, matchable, stoppable MC's for
Me, a Rastafarian, no not me but I do
I'm not Jamaican, so all MC's you better run
Mr. Chip FU man a come

And me sitdong pon de sitdong pion de vibes
A de don
me full up a style and me wicked and wild
With peer pattern watch how me it in a verb

And it in a noun
Uno better give I and I
When Trinidadian I come
out

Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye
Ring the alarm, another is dying, whoa, aye

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two, three
Come me
POC FU's the rough-neck chicken and I'm the wild
See I'm the C the H the I the P

with the P the O the C, the K the U the N the G
The M the O, yes and the C
And the M the I the C is in my H the A-N-D
I preach and teach and educate all ghetto youth about

But wait, let me get set not to
But to get straight
All MC's come out with good
And all of them do sound

But ring the alarm and stay calm
I won't procrastinate
These styles that I compile
To preach and teach and educate me, a new brother
(Who's that)

When you were at the rapping and scratching I did a chat
On tape, on tape and cassette, hear me live and direct
Yes and who never hear me yet when you hear my it's perfect
So just pack up because your lyrics are weak you speak

Don't step so back up, wake up, take off the make-up
The mic because break up
MC's from limb, slim me trim
You see me, I don't follow no style and I don't follow no

So take head to this lesson I bring or the I brought
Which was to one and another
All slack MC's better the alarm
In other words, run for